الْعِيدُEid يَبْكِيweeps وَالسُّرُورُand joy حَزِينُsorrowful
الْعِيدُ يَبْكِي وَالسُّرُورُ حَزِينُ
وَالْفَرْحُand gladness يَدْمَىbleeds وَالْحَيَاةُand life تَهُونُloses its worth
وَالْفَرْحُ يَدْمَى وَالْحَيَاةُ تَهُونُ
Eid weeps, and joy is sorrowful;
The festival comes every year with sorrow
and gladness bleeds, and life loses its worth.
And happiness is tearful, and life degraded
وَالْكُفْرُand unbelief يَصْرُخُcries out فِيin الْبَرِيَّةِcreation كُلِّهَاall of it
وَالْكُفْرُ يَصْرُخُ فِي الْبَرِيَّةِ كُلِّهَا
سَأُبِيدُI will annihilate أُمَّةَthe nation of أَحْمَدٍAhmad وَأُهِينُand I will humiliate
سَأُبِيدُ أُمَّةَ أَحْمَدٍ وَأُهِينُ
And unbelief cries out throughout all creation:
And unbelief screams in the whole wilderness:
I will annihilate Ahmad's nation and humiliate it!
I will destroy the nation of Ahmad and dishonor it
وَالْهُونُand humiliation نَاءَwas weighed down بِحِمْلِby the burden of قَوْمٍa people قَدْindeed رَضُواthey accepted
وَالْهُونُ نَاءَ بِحِمْلِ قَوْمٍ قَدْ رَضُوا
بِالضَّيْمِwith oppression عِزُّهُمُtheir honor مَتَىwhen سَيَحِينُwill come due
بِالضَّيْمِ عِزُّهُمُ مَتَى سَيَحِينُ
And humiliation staggers beneath the burden of a people who have accepted
And dishonor has cried with the burden of a people who were content
oppression—when will their hour of honor come?
With injustice - when will their honor wake up?
قَدْindeed صَاحَcried out فِيamong قَوْمِيmy people كَفَىenough رُحْمَاكُمُyour mercy!
قَدْ صَاحَ فِي قَوْمِي كَفَى رُحْمَاكُمُ
هَلاَّwill you not سَئِمْتُمْyou have tired of ذُلَّكُمْyour abasement فَأَبِينُso I may depart
هَلاَّ سَئِمْتُمْ ذُلَّكُمْ فَأَبِينُ
It cried out among my people: Enough! Have mercy!
It has cried out among my people: Enough of your mercy!
Will you not tire of your abasement, so that I may depart?
Are you not weary of your humiliation, so I make clear?
هَلْare...? أَنْتُمُyou all سَمَكٌfish بِبَحْرٍin a sea مَاas long as حَيَاit lives
هَلْ أَنْتُمُ سَمَكٌ بِبَحْرٍ مَا حَيَا
فِيin الذُّلِّabasement دَوْمًاalways عَيْشُهُits life مَامُونُsecure؟!
فِي الذُّلِّ دَوْمًا عَيْشُهُ مَامُونُ؟!
Are you fish in a sea, for whom, as long as they live,
Are you fish in a sea that lives
life in abasement is always secure?!
In constant disgrace – is its life secured?
لَمَّاwhen احْتَسَيْتُمْyou sipped كَاسَهُits cup فِيin نَشْوَةٍecstasy
لَمَّا احْتَسَيْتُمْ كَاسَهُ فِي نَشْوَةٍ
أَدْمَنْتُمُوهُyou became addicted to it فَفِيso in الْقُلُوبِthe hearts مَكِينُfirmly established
أَدْمَنْتُمُوهُ فَفِي الْقُلُوبِ مَكِينُ
When you sipped its cup in ecstasy,
When you tasted its cup intoxicated
you became addicted to it; so it is entrenched in your hearts.
You grew addicted, so it remains in your hearts
عَقَرَتْit crippled قُلُوبَكُمُyour hearts وَأَفْنَتْand destroyed عِزَّكُمْyour honor
عَقَرَتْ قُلُوبَكُمُ وَأَفْنَتْ عِزَّكُمْ
مَاتَتْdied مُرُوءَتُكُمْyour noble character فَبِئْسَso how vile is الْهُونُhumiliation
مَاتَتْ مُرُوءَتُكُمْ فَبِئْسَ الْهُونُ
It crippled your hearts and destroyed your honor;
It has corrupted your hearts and destroyed your honor
your nobility has died—how vile is humiliation!
Your manliness has died – how disgraceful is dishonor!
لَوْif هَبَّrose up حُرٌّa free man بَيْنَكُمْamong you صَارَbecame الْقَتِيـthe slain (first part)
لَوْ هَبَّ حُرٌّ بَيْنَكُمْ صَارَ الْقَتِيـ
ـلَ(completes 'the slain') أَوِor الشَّرِيدَthe fugitive وَبِئْسَمَاand how wretched is الْمَسْجُونُthe prisoner
ـلَ أَوِ الشَّرِيدَ وَبِئْسَمَا الْمَسْجُونُ
If a free man rose among you, he would end up slain,
If a freeman rose among you, he becomes prey
or a fugitive—or a prisoner: how wretched!
For killing or expulsion – and how evil is imprisonment!
ذَاكُمْthat (addressing you all) جَزَاءُthe reward of الْبَدْرِthe full moon فِيin لَيْلِthe night of الدُّجَىdeep darkness؟!
ذَاكُمْ جَزَاءُ الْبَدْرِ فِي لَيْلِ الدُّجَى؟!
أَبْئِسْhow wretched بِقَوْمٍa people لَيْثُهُمْtheir lion مَغْبُونُwronged!
أَبْئِسْ بِقَوْمٍ لَيْثُهُمْ مَغْبُونُ!
Is that the full moon's reward in a night of deep darkness?!
Is this your reward for the full moon in the night’s darkness?!
How wretched a people whose lion is wronged!
How wretched the people whose lion is deceived!
وَالْعِيدُand Eid يَاتِيcomes كُلَّevery عَامٍyear بِالأَسَىwith sorrow
وَالْعِيدُ يَاتِي كُلَّ عَامٍ بِالأَسَى
حَتَّىuntil تَمَنَّىit wished لَوْif only أَتَاهُcame to it مَنُونُdeath
حَتَّى تَمَنَّى لَوْ أَتَاهُ مَنُونُ
And Eid comes every year in sorrow,
And the festival comes every year with sorrow
until it wished that death would come for it.
Until death is wished rather than life
قَدْindeed كُنْتُI used to أَكْسُوI clothe ذِيthis الْحَيَاةَlife بِفَرْحَةٍin joy
قَدْ كُنْتُ أَكْسُو ذِي الْحَيَاةَ بِفَرْحَةٍ
وَسَعَادَةٍand happiness وَجْهَthe face of الْحَيَاةِlife أَزِينُI adorn
وَسَعَادَةٍ وَجْهَ الْحَيَاةِ أَزِينُ
I used to clothe this life in joy,
I used to dress the living with joy
and happiness; I would adorn life's face.
And happiness – the face of life I adorn
فِيin عِزَّةٍhonor أَلْقَىI find الأَضَاحِيَthe sacrificial victims مِنْamong طَوَاtyrants (first part)
فِي عِزَّةٍ أَلْقَى الأَضَاحِيَ مِنْ طَوَا
غِيتِ(completes 'tyrants') الْوَرَىhumankind هُمْthey وَالشِّيَاهُand the sheep قَرِينُcounterparts
غِيتِ الْوَرَى هُمْ وَالشِّيَاهُ قَرِينُ
In honor, I would find sacrificial victims among the tyrants
In honor I spend festivals in pleasures of the world
of humankind; they and the sheep were alike.
They and gray hair go together
فِيin ذَاthis الزَّمَانِage الْهُونُhumiliation صَارَbecame إِهَابَكُمْyour skin
فِي ذَا الزَّمَانِ الْهُونُ صَارَ إِهَابَكُمْ
شَابَmingled with الدِّمَاءَthe blood عَلَىupon الْقُلُوبِthe hearts يَرِينُencrusts
شَابَ الدِّمَاءَ عَلَى الْقُلُوبِ يَرِينُ
In this age, humiliation has become your skin;
In this time of disgrace, your dishonor has become your clothing
it has mingled with the blood and encrusts the hearts.
Dying the hearts with blood, dripping
فَكَسَوْتُمُونِيso you clothed me هُونَكُمْyour humiliation وَشَقَاءَكُمْand your misery
فَكَسَوْتُمُونِي هُونَكُمْ وَشَقَاءَكُمْ
وَكَأَنَّنِيand as though I were زَمَنَin the age of الْهَوَانِabasement شُجُونُsorrows
وَكَأَنَّنِي زَمَنَ الْهَوَانِ شُجُونُ
So you have clothed me in your humiliation and misery,
So you clothed me in your disgrace and misery
and it is as though I were all sorrow in this age of abasement.
As if I am the time of humiliation, grieving
هَلْcan...? يَفْرَحَنْever rejoice قَوْمٌa people طَغَىgrew tyrannical حُكَّامُهُمْtheir rulers
هَلْ يَفْرَحَنْ قَوْمٌ طَغَى حُكَّامُهُمْ
وَالْكُلُّand everyone يَسْجُدُprostrates himself وَالأَبِيُّand the defiant one سَجِينُa prisoner؟!
وَالْكُلُّ يَسْجُدُ وَالأَبِيُّ سَجِينُ؟!
Can a people ever rejoice whose rulers have grown tyrannical,
Can a people rejoice when their rulers are tyrants
while all prostrate themselves and the defiant one is imprisoned?!
And all prostrate while the defiant are imprisoned?!
هَلْcan...? يَفْرَحَنْever rejoice قَوْمٌa people طَغَىgrew tyrannical أَعْدَاؤُهُمْtheir enemies
هَلْ يَفْرَحَنْ قَوْمٌ طَغَى أَعْدَاؤُهُمْ
أَرْبَابُهُمْtheir masters هُمْthey themselves سَاجِدٌprostrate وَخَؤُونُand treacherous؟!
أَرْبَابُهُمْ هُمْ سَاجِدٌ وَخَؤُونُ؟!
Can a people ever rejoice whose enemies have grown tyrannical,
Can a people rejoice when their enemies rule
while their masters are themselves prostrate and treacherous?!
Their masters while they kneel down degraded?!
هَلْcan...? يَفْرَحَنْever rejoice قَوْمٌa people دِمَاهُمْtheir blood أَبْحُرٌseas
هَلْ يَفْرَحَنْ قَوْمٌ دِمَاهُمْ أَبْحُرٌ
رُخْصَas cheap as التُّرَابِdust وَقَطْرُand a drop غَيْرُnot ثَمِينُprecious (?)؟!
رُخْصَ التُّرَابِ وَقَطْرُ غَيْرُ ثَمِينُ (?)؟!
Can a people ever rejoice whose blood forms seas,
Can a people rejoice whose blood fills oceans
as cheap as dust, and not a drop precious?!
While dust is cheap and a drop has no value?!
لَكِنْbut إِذَاif انْتَفَضَrise up الأُبَاةُthe unyielding لِتَعْلَمُواyou must know
لَكِنْ إِذَا انْتَفَضَ الأُبَاةُ لِتَعْلَمُوا
أَنِّيthat I أَعُودُI return مُبَشِّرًاbringing glad tidings فَأُعِينُand then I help
أَنِّي أَعُودُ مُبَشِّرًا فَأُعِينُ
But if the unyielding rise up, you must know
But when the defiant rise up for you to know
that I shall return bearing glad tidings and lend my aid.
That I will return giving good news, so I help
وَإِذَاand if قَتَلْتُمْyou slay هُونَكُمْyour humiliation تَجِدُونَنِيyou will find me
وَإِذَا قَتَلْتُمْ هُونَكُمْ تَجِدُونَنِي
مَعَكُمْwith you بِرُوحِيwith my spirit مَاno الْفِرَاقُparting يَكُونُshall occur
مَعَكُمْ بِرُوحِي مَا الْفِرَاقُ يَكُونُ
And if you slay your humiliation, you will find me
And when you kill your dishonor, you will find me
with you in spirit; there shall be no parting.
With you in spirit – no separation comes
فَإِذَاthen when أَتَيْتُI come كَسَوْتُمُونِيyou will clothe me عِزَّةًhonor
فَإِذَا أَتَيْتُ كَسَوْتُمُونِي عِزَّةً
وَكَسَوْتُكُمْand I will clothe you فَرَحًاjoy وَنِعْمَand how splendid is الْحِينُthe hour
وَكَسَوْتُكُمْ فَرَحًا وَنِعْمَ الْحِينُ
Then, when I come, you will clothe me in honor,
So when I come, I clothed you in honor
and I shall clothe you in joy—how splendid the hour!
And clothed you in joy – and excellent is that time
وَإِذَاand if طَوَاغِيتُthe tyrants of الْوَرَىhumankind أُضْحِيَّةًa sacrificial victim
وَإِذَا طَوَاغِيتُ الْوَرَى أُضْحِيَّةً
سَيَعُودُwill return عُمْرِيmy life لِلصِّبَاto youth وَالدِّينُand the faith
سَيَعُودُ عُمْرِي لِلصِّبَا وَالدِّينُ
And if the tyrants of humankind become a sacrifice,
And when the tyrants of the world are sacrifices
my life will return to youth—and so will the faith.
My life will return to youth and faith
هَلْwill...? يَرْجِعَنْever return ذَاكَthat الزَّمَانُage؟! لَرُبَّمَاperhaps indeed
هَلْ يَرْجِعَنْ ذَاكَ الزَّمَانُ؟! لَرُبَّمَا
الْحُلْمُthe dream يَصْدُقُcomes true وَالْهَوَانُand abasement يَبِينُdeparts
الْحُلْمُ يَصْدُقُ وَالْهَوَانُ يَبِينُ
Will that age ever return?! Perhaps
Will that time return? Perhaps
the dream will come true, and abasement will depart.
Dreams prove true and disgrace becomes clear
Sol 6.1